"You will simply have to get over that." Ellarinne grins brightly, her face now fully lived-in, and squeezes his hand a final time before dropping it politely. "Many foods require direct handling to achieve the necessary textures -- and as it happens, bread is one of them. You will simply have to resign yourself to getting your hands dirty. And your clothes," she adds, head tilting as she glances down at the fine suit he wears. He looks very handsome in it, but unless he's so wealthy that he doesn't care which of his clothes end up covered in flour...

"I'm still settling into my new job at the docks," she tells him frankly, "And then I must choose my new home. But once that's done, perhaps I might write to you or give you a call by sending stone to set up your first lesson?"

[ooc: wrap? Or, since it's a new month, we could continue this after a time skip if you're up for it <3]